Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Next, they've been focusing on Evan's broomstick production program.

Hermione decided to buy all the professional books on broomsticks on the market and figure out the whole production process.

Others have made many requests for improvement, starting with the actual use of broomsticks, and designing a broomstick in their minds.

Ivan thought these suggestions were good, and a lot of them he hadn't thought of before.

He had no problems at the technical level, but after all, he had little contact with the broomstick before and couldn't compare to Harry.

At the end of the discussion, they decided to write to their classmates via owl mail for their opinions.

At the very least, all Quiddich players must be consulted, as for Slytherin.

Fred and George also want Ivan to come to their room after dinner and check out their new prank product for the holiday.

In the words of the two of them, everything is now ready only to the east wind.

They were eager to graduate immediately from Hogwarts to open a joke shop in Diagonal Alley for this great cause.

More than 20 minutes later, Mrs. Weasley walked up and told everyone to come down for dinner.

Fred and George both disappeared as a sound broke out, and now everything they do is illusory and unwilling to go one step further.

“Can't the two of them walk well?” Mrs. Weasley was unhappy to say, "By the way, who lost so many big shit eggs outside the kitchen door? ”

“It's Crookshanks.” Ginny said blushly, "He loves to play with big shit! ”

“Oh, Cliché's cleaning up.” Mrs. Weasley said, "It's really helpful to have a little elf in the house, but the guy's temper is a little weird, so don't mess with him. Well, remember to keep your voice down in the hall. Ginny, why are your hands so dirty? What have you done? Go wash up and eat dinner. ”

Ginny made a ghost face at Ivan, Harry, Ron, Hermione and followed her mother out.

“I don't like that elf in the house, this is the most uncomfortable part of the house.” Ron said.

“Cliche has changed a lot...”

The change in Cliché was unexpected, but he did not treat everyone equally, but differently.

It would be unrealistic for him to completely abandon previous ideas and make radical changes.

He's just getting a little better with Ivan, Harry, Hermione, because they helped bring Regulus' body back with Sirius, a funeral that looks slightly sour to Ivan and touches Cleeche a lot.

Especially after Ivan gave him a replica of Slytherin's pendant, which helped him regain his confidence and conviction in life.

For others, his attitude remains poor.

Cliche always whispers their bad words behind their backs and does strange things.

Sirius must have told him before he left, so he kept doing what he had to do, not too extraordinary.

Hermione was very interested in the changes in Cliché, which made her realize that with enough effort, the Elvish family would change.

She hasn't given up efforts to help raise the elves in her family, but under Ivan's latent acquiescence, she hasn't taken too much radical action, such as sewing sweaters directly to the elves, which only scares them.

She is now tired of communicating with every single family elf she has access to, making friends with them, and constantly giving them examples of Dobby and Cliche's successes, telling them about the benefits of defending their rights and asking them to volunteer for their rights and status.

Of course, until now, she hasn't succeeded in raising other elves.

A pedestrian carefully circumvented Mrs. Blake's portrait and saw Critch cleaning the kitchen door.

“Young Master Ivan, Young Master Harry, Miss Hermione, Critch prepared dinner for you alone, and a special pudding.” Pokémon said he saw a few of them in front of him and rushed over, "and when Kritch had finished packing up here, he sent them to you, not to be eaten by the ghosts. ”

“Well done, Cliche, you did well.” Hermione encouraged.

“Thank you, Miss Hermione.” He bowed and smiled, "Cleecher worked for the noble Blake family all his life! ”

“Separate dinner and special pudding?!” Ron was unhappy to say, wrinkled his nose, "I don't like this elf, he's only nice to the three of you, not to the others at all, I'm a little fed up with him. ”

“You just have to be nice to him and you'll get his respect. Hermione said sharply," You should see how much he's changed by looking at Cliche's attitude to us before. ”

“It's crazy to be good for a family to have a little elf.” Ron said, waving powerlessly, "I don't see what that means. Cliche is a freak, not even the school's home elves. ”

“That's because they don't know how to defend their rights...”

“Please, Hermione, don't tell me about the vomiting trick.” Ron interrupted.

“Not vomiting! Hermione said annoyingly," It's the Society for the Protection of Elvish Welfare, not just me, but Evan and Harry, and you're just one of them, and Dumbledore said we should treat every Elvish with kindness. ”

“I joined because you forced me to.” Ron whispered with a voice he could hear himself.

Obviously, he didn't listen to Hermione.

In the kitchen, because of the meeting, it was filled with many chairs, a long wooden table in the middle with parchment rolls, high foot glasses, empty bottles and a bunch of things that looked like rags.

Mr. Weasley sat at the end of the table, packing parchment paper from the table, and saw them come in and stood up.

“You're here, boys.” Mr. Weasley said, walking three steps and two, shaking Harry's hand enthusiastically, "Hello, Harry, it's so good to see you! ”

“Hello, Mr. Weasley.” Harry said.

He looked around and looked at a roll of parchment paper on the table, which seemed to be a floor plan of a building.

And then Ivan, who followed him, saw the drawing.

“We're eating more people tonight than usual.” Mrs. Weasley said, grabbing the floor plan off the table, giving it to Mr. Weasley, not letting Ivan and Harry peek, "Rhymes said later, and we were going to leave him something. Okay, girls, can you go inside and help me get dinner out, and we'll eat right now. ”

“I'll help too!” Tanks says, "Oh, shit, I'm sorry...” he stood up quickly and poured a candle on a roll of parchment paper.

“It's okay, honey.” Mrs. Weasley said the voice seemed a little annoyed, "you should sit down. ”

She waved the wand and fixed the parchment.

“Disappear!” Mr. Weasley also took out his wand and waved it gently, and all the parchment paper on the table disappeared, pointing to a pile of things in the chair that seemed like rags, and said kindly, "This is Mundungus, Harry, you've met, haven't you? ”

Mundungus woke up with a long snoring.

“Who's saying my name?” He mumbled obscurely, "I agree with MadEye Hammoudi. ”

He raised a dirty hand high, as if to vote, his eyelids pulled, his congested eyes stared blindly.